"They went to Brea's room for a special called club meeting," I answered. "They'll be back in a while, maybe a good while." "Brea and Shelly are... "..."Making love... probably. You don't mind, do you?" "No... no, I... Brea is eighteen now and boss of her own body. Why should I mind?" she reasoned. "Yes... but you seem uncomfortable with it," I observed. "Oh, it's just that the realization that my little girl is all grown up now that rattles me." "So, you're comfortable with that, that Brea is. You can continue living here.”“You’ve been a great help, Nikhil. Thanks”“No problem! It is the least I can do!”“No, not only today. But every day, the only thing I looked forward to was my work and the calls I had with you. I liked speaking about something else other than my life.”I realized that I was smiling involuntarily.She continued, “You know the things that I told you about, to respect women and the condition of women and stuff; it was my revenge against my husband. I couldn’t stand up. Derkins and Mr. Foreman. He thought that both of them were good men.Sue shrugged her shoulders and asked, “So how is your business going? Will I be painting your portrait for an office lobby anytime soon?”“The business is doing well, but I doubt that I’ll ever be a corporate type,” Dan answered.“You never know,” Sue said.Dan said, “Ann’s business has really picked up. She’s done four murals since that article in the New York paper came out.”“Yes, she was telling me that,” Sue said. Ann had gone. She was slightly confused, he was acting kind of funny, a little jittery for some reason, a twitch in his step, he was off. “Jordan, you alright?” He started opening random drawers on the desk, searching for something. “What exactly was he going to give you?” He stood, triumphant in his findings, with a small but very full, bag of weed. Mai was astounded; she had never figured Jordan for a pothead. “This Mai” He sat in Mr. Paik’s chair and opened the bag, making the whole room instantly.